Drive sounds amazing
I’ll pick you up. Sit tight
Thanks Luke :) appreciate it
With an inconvenient skip in my step, I go to the bathroom to rake some product through my hair before heading down to my car. The trip over to Erik’s place is mostly uneventful since most people are driving into the city, not out of it, but I still push the speed a little. Because yeah, I’m excited to hang out with Erik. I always am.
Once I arrive, I give him a call and he ambles out of the apartment building a few minutes later. He’s wearing a backpack that stretches his gray sweater across his pecs, but my attention goes right to his legs because I have zero self-control. Those thick, powerful quads, clad in flattering blue jeans, flex as he makes quick steps down the stairs to my car. I have to take a swig of water to keep my mouth fresh.
“Sup,” he says, climbing into the passenger seat and raking his gaze across me.
Tilting my head, I fix him with a cocky grin. “Sup? Is that how we greet each other now?”
Erik returns my smile and leans over to plant a burning kiss on my unsuspecting lips. I don’t complain, at least until he pulls back and makes my mouth chase his.
“Was that better?” he asks.
“Nah, it wasn’t nearly long enough.” I hook an arm around his neck before he can reply and drag him back for a desperate second round. His breath catches, warmth coils in my stomach, and an annoying voice in the back of my head reminds me that Erik is leaving the country. Tomorrow.
I kiss him even harder to shut that voice up. All this is worth the inevitable emotional train wreck that’s coming for me.
“Whoa, someone’s eager,” Erik says, the corners of his mouth curving up.
I shrug. “Yeah, I?—”
—missed you?Shit, I can’t say that.
“—really like your cologne.” That isn’t a lie. “It smells so freaking good.”
We fall into silence, and while I could spend the whole night kissing Erik, I’d rather do that and let my heart shatter somewhere other than the driveway of his apartment building.
I pass the aux cable over and program the GPS so we can get going.
“Uh, why are therecoordinatesin the destination box?” Erik asks, watching the GPS load the route.
“It’s a quiet provincial park about an hour and a half away. Perfect for stargazing and stuff. Helps clear my mind whenever I go.”
Erik nods in agreement. “Consider me sold.”
The drive up Keele Street and onto the highway is easy, and we talk about pretty much everything. Except for his travel plans because I don’t want to bring the vibes down, and neither does he. Before long, I’m flicking on my turn signal and exiting onto Highway Nine, and the sparse traffic fades into no traffic.
At least until a random car races up to tailgate us out of nowhere, flashing its one functioning headlight before honking and swerving left.
“Asshole,” I mutter as the beater passes us.
“Yeah, how fast do you think they’re going? A hundred and twenty?”
I scoff. “Dude, I’m pushing one-ten. I don’t even want to think about them.”
“Driving in this country is terrifying,” says Erik. “You guys are crazy to go that fast on a small road like this.”
“Uh oh, the passenger princess is getting feisty.” For effect, I reach over and place a teasing hand on Erik’s leg.
“Am I a passenger princess now?” he asks, letting out a surprised huff.
“You’re in the right seat for it,” I mumble, staying focused on the road. Erik is warm, almost hot to the touch, and I give his leg a hard squeeze. My dick stirs, pressing against the fabric of my underwear and making this drive ten times more urgent.
Erik releases a deep hum, and the noise sends a shiver down my back. The road in front of us is empty, so I slide into Erik’s inner thigh, lifting my hand so that only my fingertips stay in contact, and I bring them further up. Getting touched there makes me lose it, and from the way Erik’s breath hitches, I can tell it’s having the same effect on him.
